my heart in San Francisco

Literally.

He might have been super annoyed with me this morning, as only a fourteen year old boy can be with his mother, when I insisted the tank top, shorts and flip flops would not work at all for a walkabout adventure in San Francisco because it’s July. Seems the boy has never heard of Mark Twain so telling him about the coldest winter spent was a summer in San Francisco would likely not be something he has ever heard. Yes, making a note to add some of Mark Twain’s works to this boy’s reading list. Book 4 of Frank Einstein’s adventures will have to wait.

Meanwhile, yes, he was irritated that I insisted he add some layers. But he was glad for it later on and told me so while we walked hand in hand, fingers laced, around the Embarcadero and beyond.

My heart!

In San Francisco!

It was a perfect day to wander around and explore with no real plan other than just seek adventure where ever we might be. Daniel agreed. But if pressed for the best moment of today he would tell you it was this.

I didn’t leave my heart in San Francisco but I am quite certain that he will be back.

Soon.

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